Mine

You are my four walls,
my door and my bed.
You are the front steps
I take into comfort.

My dear, you are
my mirror, who I look right into.
You are my faucet when
I wash my hands clean.

Love, you are my backyard,
where I spread my arms wide.
You are my window that
lets in air to cool me.

Doll, you are my blanket
that keeps me warm.
Wherever you are
is where I call home.

Leave a Comment